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sad ending boscoe home made pet cat casket coffin for a cat that will not be buried
sad ending boscoe home made pet cat casket coffin for a cat that will not be buried
A Sad Ending to a Very Miserable Experience: After my very healthy looking and active cat died suddenly at the age of 9 due to undiagnosed cardiomyopathy and blood clots in mid-winter February of this year, I have been fighting the weather and working with my time and amounts of money to create a resting spot befitting my much loved pet in the garden where she spent so much of her life. Working for months on a home made casket with the best quality wood and finishing I could manage, as well as paying for a grave excavation on our property (originally started by me), complete with several weeks of my back breaking dredging of the hole with a stick and water jug during the months of heavy rain we've been receiving recently, I now have no cat to place within her final resting place in our garden. Our local, high end animal hospital, and one of the more well equipped and larger ones in Ontario, Canada, placed Boscoe in their cold storage starting in February for what was supposed to be an indefinite hold with the clear understanding that we were planning a complete burial on our property for her, with casket and headstone, all until we could prepare her funeral later this year, probably months away and long after the ground had thawed. (Ironically, my sister's 2 other cats were successfully held in storage at this hospital only a few years ago for the same purpose, as they are buried on our property too.) Assured of this burial requirement, and touching base with the facility over the spring and summer months of extreme heat and rain (not conducive to either ongoing excavation or full time outdoor carpentry in a treeless backyard), we planned for a late summer burial- but again, the intensely hot weather continued well into Sept. Finally, in the cooler (but still raining off and on) weather of mid October, we were ready to bury Boscoe, with an expensive headstone marker picked out and to be laser etched with her likeness/photo. Yesterday I phoned the vet hospital and told them I was ready to pick up Boscoe next morning to start the burial (since it was supposed to be the first relatively rain free day we had had in weeks). They told me where to find the correct entrance to pick her up, and said they would expect me tomorrow morning. After this conversation, I went back to the garden and continued to ready the gravesite all afternoon and evening by lugging in and infilling some of the bottom of the heavy clay grave with bags of sand and then breaking up the mounds of displaced earth that had been there for a few months and would be used to fill the hole back in. This morning, before I was about to go in to collect Boscoe, I recv'd a heart stopping phone call from the vet's telling me they couldn't "find" Boscoe. After much stalling, it finally came out that this major league animal hospital had taken my pet, and chucked her onto a mass cremation pile in another city, God knows how long ago. Probably while I was still toiling away on the casket and excavating the heavy clay ground weeks or months ago. And in the end, I didn't even get to have her collar and tag, much less her ashes to keep. If I had had the ability to bring her home and store her in our freezer chest soon after her death, I would have. Unfortunately, that was not a real option, or maybe it would have been if I had fought hard enough for it- but to what will be my eternal regret, I didn't. And my initial gut reaction (which I also should have heeded) upon leaving my pet at the hospital for storage until her funeral, was one of trepidation and it grew as the weeks went on, despite checking in from time to time. The moral of the story: do NOT leave your loved ones in someone else's care unless you are prepared to monitor them constantly. And a pretty, Big Bucks storefront and glossy waiting room with smiling techs and clerks, and posters of puppies and kittens does not mean you are in a competent veterinarian practice, despite fancy equipment and specialists. This final, cruel blow to my hopes for bringing Boscoe back home for her rightful burial has turned out to be even more emotionally painful and hideous than her undiagnosed condition and swift death within 24 hours last February. RIP where ever you are, my pretty, pretty lady Boscoe, and I am SO very very sorry that as my first and only pet, I couldn't give you the proper burial you so very much deserved- something that will haunt me and that I will deeply regret for the rest of my life.
boscoe cat casket 1 for a cat that will not be buried
boscoe cat casket 1 for a cat that will not be buried
A Sad Ending to a Very Miserable Experience: After my very healthy looking and active cat died suddenly at the age of 9 due to undiagnosed cardiomyopathy and blood clots in mid-winter February of this year, I have been fighting the weather and working with my time and amounts of money to create a resting spot befitting my much loved pet in the garden where she spent so much of her life. Working for months on a home made casket with the best quality wood and finishing I could manage, as well as paying for a grave excavation on our property (originally started by me), complete with several weeks of my back breaking dredging of the hole with a stick and water jug during the months of heavy rain we've been receiving recently, I now have no cat to place within her final resting place in our garden. Our local, high end animal hospital, and one of the more well equipped and larger ones in Ontario, Canada, placed Boscoe in their cold storage starting in February for what was supposed to be an indefinite hold with the clear understanding that we were planning a complete burial on our property for her, with casket and headstone, all until we could prepare her funeral later this year, probably months away and long after the ground had thawed. (Ironically, my sister's 2 other cats were successfully held in storage at this hospital only a few years ago for the same purpose, as they are buried on our property too.) Assured of this burial requirement, and touching base with the facility over the spring and summer months of extreme heat and rain (not conducive to either ongoing excavation or full time outdoor carpentry in a treeless backyard), we planned for a late summer burial- but again, the intensely hot weather continued well into Sept. Finally, in the cooler (but still raining off and on) weather of mid October, we were ready to bury Boscoe, with an expensive headstone marker picked out and to be laser etched with her likeness/photo. Yesterday I phoned the vet hospital and told them I was ready to pick up Boscoe next morning to start the burial (since it was supposed to be the first relatively rain free day we had had in weeks). They told me where to find the correct entrance to pick her up, and said they would expect me tomorrow morning. After this conversation, I went back to the garden and continued to ready the gravesite all afternoon and evening by lugging in and infilling some of the bottom of the heavy clay grave with bags of sand and then breaking up the mounds of displaced earth that had been there for a few months and would be used to fill the hole back in. This morning, before I was about to go in to collect Boscoe, I recv'd a heart stopping phone call from the vet's telling me they couldn't "find" Boscoe. After much stalling, it finally came out that this major league animal hospital had taken my pet, and chucked her onto a mass cremation pile in another city, God knows how long ago. Probably while I was still toiling away on the casket and excavating the heavy clay ground weeks or months ago. And in the end, I didn't even get to have her collar and tag, much less her ashes to keep. If I had had the ability to bring her home and store her in our freezer chest soon after her death, I would have. Unfortunately, that was not a real option, or maybe it would have been if I fought hard enough for it- but to my eternal regret, I didn't. And my initial gut reaction (which I also should have heeded) upon leaving my pet at the hospital for storage until her funeral, was one of trepidation and it grew as the weeks went on, despite checking in from time to time. The moral of the story: do NOT leave your loved ones in someone else's care unless you are prepared to monitor them constantly. And a pretty, Big Bucks storefront and glossy waiting room with smiling clerks and posters of puppies and kittens does not mean you are in a competant veterinarian practise, despite fancy equipment and specialists. This final, cruel blow to my hopes for bringing Boscoe back home for her rightful burial has turned out to be even more emotionally painful and hideous than her undiagnosed condition and swift death within 24 hours last February. RIP where ever you are, my pretty, pretty lady Boscoe, and I am SO very very sorry that as my first and only pet, I couldn't give you the proper burial you so very much deserved- something that will haunt me and that I will deeply regret for the rest of my life.

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